Pat & Twyla: A Story of First Love (part 2)

Updated: Aug 20, 2020




It was the two month anniversary of their first French kiss on the Friday night before Spring Break. Ms. Fletcher had invited Pat to go to a movie with them with her best homemade dinner afterward. Over the past few weeks he had begun to truly appreciate how closely bonded were Twyla and her mother. Pat was more than a little surprised Twyla’s mom was taking them to see Animal House. It had opened to quite some controversy the week before due to the amount of nudity and sex. He had never been to an “R” rated movie and this was long before home video and cable TV brought “R” rated movies into the home. Once again Twyla’s mom was treating him more like an adult than his parents did.

After the show, he thanked her and observed it was his first “R” rated movie. That clearly surprised her. “Twyla had said that your parents were quite liberated. She’s just told me bits and pieces, but I just assumed the movie would be OK” she said.

“Oh” He said “My parents didn’t miss the sexual revolution. I guess I just made a few references to Twyla, because I didn’t want to offend you all”

Jill Fletcher laughed as did her daughter “Offend us? I really doubt you could say anything that would offend us. You see Twyla has seen everything. And I mean everything there is to see. So, what kind of things do your folks do that you thought would offend us?”

This line of discussion put him on the spot. Should he tone it down so as not to shock them, or should he tell them everything? Or perhaps he should tell then not only what he’d seen but also what he surmised was going behind closed doors and really knock their socks off? Which one would get him the most brownie points with her mother?

He decided to go with telling the whole story about how liberal his parents were so as to make himself look more conservative, but stick to what he knows to be factual. “Well…. For the last few years my parents go to a nude resort in Jamaica once a year. Then they have a big party to show their friends the slides. Most of the slides are of my mom naked.”

“Well, that’s something I’ve never done. I’ve been to more than one skinny dipping party, but never to a public nude beach” Momma Jill said. “Not that I wouldn’t jump at the chance but I’ve never had that kinda money. Do you know it was a nudist resort, or a place where couples go to meet other couples? Either way is great.”

Her response surprised him. He’d told that to some other adults and they thought it was just terrible for his parents to live that way. Twyla’s mom evidently thought it was admirable?

“I don’t know if they go to some sort of swinger’s resort, but I’m pretty sure my parents and their friends have sex stuff together. Since I was like twelve they meet in one of the houses of their neighbor friends two Saturday afternoons a month and shoo the kids out and lock the door for two or three hours. Once a couple of years ago, one of the other kids and I needed my mom for something during one of their so called adult times. Turns out they’d not really locked the front door and we surprised them at my parent’s best friend’s house across the street. The house has an entry hallway that we hollered from, and when we made it to the living room we found all the furniture pushed back to make for a big opening in the middle of the room. The adults were just covering up with the big throw pillows and blankets. There were lots of Playboy’s and Penthouse’s open on the floor. Now I didn’t see any really good stuff, but right off I saw my mom’s best friend, Mrs. Marsh, and the man from up the street, Mr. Price, were sitting really close together and they were both naked. I could tell because even though they both held one of the pillows in front of them, I could see their whole side, from head to toe. They were definitely naked and doing something together right in front of all the others. I was so surprised I just stared at the side of Mrs. Marsh’s boob and butt. As they began to yell at me, like half of Mrs. Marsh’s boob fell out. But before they chased me out I saw all the adults’ clothes, including underwear, pushed against one wall. I looked back on the way out and sure enough, I could see enough gaps in the pillows to know for sure more of them were also nude. I’m sure if we hadn’t been so noisy we would have seen a lot more. Mrs. Marsh is a little older than you but she is really stacked. I keep kicking myself for not being quieter. I’m sure I would have seen Mr. Price screwing Mrs. Marsh.”

He covered his face, “I can’t believe I said that!”

Twyla’s mom said “There is nothing wrong with wanting to see what adults do with each other. And you are right, I’m sure you would have seen just that. Most likely they were taking turns having sex in front of the others.” Then she looked at her daughter and Twyla nodded, but Pat didn’t think anything of it. Well not until later. “Now go on, what else have you seen that makes you think they are swingers?”

“Well, before I started driving, I would baby sit for one of the couples with little kids. One time I was called over at the last minute after they had been having a birthday party for the mother of the kids I sat for. So, I get there and everyone, but the couple who lived there, had left for wherever the group was going. I think they were going to a stripper bar. The parents I was sitting for rushed out as soon as I got in the house leaving me to look around at the stuff left from the party. So I find all this sex stuff they’d left behind, packs of rubbers, a wind-up toy that had a man and woman having sex, a book with pictures of people actually having sex not even like Penthouse, but showing…well everything. Let see, there was also a fake penis and what I think was a vibrator, but it didn’t look like my mom’s….”

Ms. Fletcher interrupted “And how do you know what your mother’s vibrator looks like?”

All he could do now was to go forward, though he wished he could take his words back. “Well my mom’s doesn’t look like a penis, if that’s what you’re asking. I think it was originally made to be a massager, but it has special caps for it. Truth is I don’t’ know really how she uses it, and I only know what it is for from a booklet I found. But, it always sits on that end table. I’d seen it there for years before I realized what it was.” He was hoping she wouldn’t ask were he’d found the booklet, as he had “found” it by digging in his mom’s end table drawer.

He was saved from more questions by the fact the car had arrived at the their house.

Momma Jill had made lasagna earlier and she’d left if warm in the oven while they were gone to the movies.

The conversation was more conventional through most of dinner, much to Pat’s relief. But just as he ate the last bite she came back to ask “So why the big deal about the “R” rated movie? It’s not like it was Debbie Does Dallas.” In the Dallas area where they lived, the movie had been quite a sensation especially when the Dallas Cowboys had sued over the fact the star had not only worn an authentic Cowboy’s Cheerleader uniform, but had been filmed having sex in it.

“Oh, they had a Debbie Does Dallas party and my parents and all their friends went to see it together. They didn’t try to hide it. That was just the way I grew up” he said.

“That’s what I don’t get. Why haven’t you been to an “R” rated movie? “

“No particular reason. I know my mom doesn’t like blood and guts stuff” Pat answered. “My brother went with my parents to go see Saturday Night Fever last year when he was still in high school, but I had to take my little sister to see the Apple Dumpling gang because someone had to sit with her. Like I said, my mom has a real issue with violence. I guess that’s the real reason. Most “R” movies are really violent.”

“I guess that makes sense” Twyla’s mother responded. “Did you get to go to the parties where they showed the slides from the trips to the nude beaches?”

“No. And I never have thought that was fair. They even let my brother go last year since he was about to go to college.”

“I agree, if they were going to be like that, why not let you see the slides? I have never had a double standard like that with Twyla. Still, it sounds like you and Twyla have a lot in common in how you were raised, except, Twyla has seen everything. I never locked her out of the house when my friends were over.”

Pat thought he got her general meaning, but what he thought she meant was certainly impossible. So it was his turn to follow up “What do you mean, she’s seen everything?”

“OK” Jill said “You’ve told us a lot about your family and I think in many way’s I’m a lot like your parents. But like I said, the real difference is you know what is going on but they keep you from actually seeing it. I never did that. If it’s OK with Twyla, I’ll tell you the whole story about us.” She looked over to her daughter and Twyla’s nod yes seemed almost eager to Pat. “But first let me get these dishes off the table so we can have the cheese cake I bought today at the Swiss Bakery down on Division Street.

Once the cheese cake was served, Twyla’s mom took a deep breath and began “I’ll say up front, I probably went overboard on my insistence that I raise Twyla to think sex was just as normal for adults as going to work or driving a car. If I had to do it over again, I’d not be quite so flagrant, but…..but I still wouldn’t keep her from ever seeing anything like your parents did. Perhaps somewhere in between the two: open but a little more discrete. “

“You see, when Twyla’s dad left in 1967, I was nineteen and she was three. My friends were still single and having a great time and I felt left behind. Such is the price of getting knocked up when you are fifteen. It was good that my business was taking off so we had enough money, But since I worked from here, I had to keep an eye on Twyla while I worked. To get out of the house I convinced my mom to watch Twyla in the evenings three nights a week so I could take courses, mostly in business at TCJC (Tarrant County Junior College). I knew then I eventually wanted to own my own solon. It was at TCJC, I found a whole new world. Everyone was doing grass and later acid, and girls who had sex with a bunch of different guys weren’t seen as trampy, but mod and with-it. The only problem was that after class I had to pick up Twyla and come home. I could only get my mom to watch her for those three evenings a month and that wasn’t enough to have a social life. The solution was that I started to invite people from school to come here after class. I soon found a group of friends who lived this direction and so from that first semester I had people over a couple of nights a week. Though I had just turned twenty I was the oldest in the group of six girls who made up our clique”

Pat listened intently as he continued to eat. The cheesecake was good.

Jill continued “That was all well and good, except … when I wanted to have sex there was only one place I could do that: here. I was not bad looking and eager to be part of the hip world of my friends. By spring this house kind of became the swinging bachelorette pad for a whole group of us. It was ’68 and we were not going to be left behind. We were committed to both women’s liberation and the sexual revolution.” She paused “And yes, I’ll admit it, we were also expanding our minds with grass and LSD. Though let me say here and now I no longer do that stuff.”

She looked at Twyla. Her daughter said “Yes I know.”

“I guess I need to take a side track and say this house gets really hot in the summer. In July and August it becomes an oven even with the window unit and we didn’t even have that at first. I think actually I started on the path I took when I was your age, though I didn’t realize it at the time. It was a few weeks before Twyla was born. It had gotten hot early that year and I was miserable. One day I just took off all my clothes. I pretty much stayed that way for two weeks until we went to the hospital. Not surprisingly, her dad liked seeing me naked all the time. Without planning to, after I got home with Twyla, naked continued to be the order of the day until the heat broke in the fall. The next spring her father and I wore less and less until by the time it got real hot, we were going naked again. Little Twyla in her diaper was most often the only one with a stitch of clothes on. Besides the fact it was more comfortable in the heat, we found going naked made it easy to have spontaneous sex whenever we felt like it. And believe me we felt like it a lot. Her dad might have been a shiftless no account, but damn was he a great fuck. With that in mind, realize what happened after he left wasn’t too much of a jump “

Pat’s eyes evidently went big, not just from hearing her use the word fuck and telling him about her sex life, he also imagined for a moment Twyla’s mom naked in the house. She picked up on his response “Yea, we just hung out naked as the day we were born. If he got a hard-on, I’d just mount right up or he would bend me over. I rode him more than a few times while holding Twyla, rocking her to sleep as I rocked his world. Shoot me, I like being naked and I like to screw.”

She flashed her pretty smile, “I didn’t think that would shock you, considering your family.” He missed entirely how she had used the present tense about her love of nudity.

“No” he stammered “It wasn’t shock it was just…..” he paused not knowing what to say. What he meant was that he momentarily imagined that he arrived at the house and found Twyla’s mom at the door naked.

She smiled again “I know what you mean, and it’s OK.”

Then she went back to her narrative “So, when I started at TCJC it only took a week to have a guy from class over. He was really nice. That day I did my first doobie. I’d never had grass before. So it’s not surprising that we started making out on the couch, just like you two do. Being older and more experienced, we shed our clothes in minutes and began to get it on. It was all very groovy, it had been like five months since I’d had sex and I was really into it. I didn’t even think about Twyla playing in her room until she came out for a drink of water. See, when she came down that hallway…” she pointed to the short hall that held the doors to the bathroom and the two bedrooms “I was on top of him riding him like wild while taking a long drags on a joint. Little Twyla just walked to within a foot of this guy’s head and asked for a drink. So what was I to do? If I freaked out she would have really remember that event and I would have made it look like her mom was doing something wrong. So, I just unmounted him, and walked her into the kitchen leaving the guy’s dick pointing straight up like a flag pole. Since she’d been around her dad and me fucking day in and day out all her life, it was nothing of note to little Twyla. As it was, I doubt she even remembers that day. She looked over to Twyla “Do you?”

Twyla, who had been almost silent all through her mother’s narrative, took this opportunity to talk. “No, not at all...” she paused then went on “but, she is right, it was just so normal: us naked, her friends naked, and all of them playing tickling games. That’s what we called sex for a long time, tickling. I don’t really remember anything like a beginning of all that, it just always was. Now, I do remember when I was about five, hiding around that corner and watching her make crazy faces while she balled. It wasn’t till I was about seven that I realized there was more to it than just tickling. I could see that the boys had that thing between their legs that I don’t have, and the games seemed to be all about that when it was standing up. Once I realized there was more to see, I started making a point to sit here at the table and do stuff when she and her friends were all messing around. But sometimes if there was room I’d just sit on the couch. When I was really close to what was happening I could see really well what they were doing. But don’t think that is all they did. Most of the time they were all just sitting around talking and stuff, but even then I’d often stay out here. I was sort of the group’s mascot.”

Jill put in “Yeah, hardly an evening went by for several years when at least one or two of the girls from my group were not here. At first if one of them brought a guy with her she’d take them to my bedroom to get it on. But one day that first fall Barbara had brought some guy, I don’t recall who, and she just undid his pants and went down on him right in front of the rest of us. Eleanor and I thought that was groovy and very liberated. From then on, if one of the girls brought a guy with her, odds were good that he’d get balled right on the couch or rug while we all watched. And if he seemed to be a good lay, he’d get one girl after another. A few lucky guys with great stamina got to pork all six of us one after another. I have no doubt that of all the dicks I have put in me, the vast majority were guys who were here with one of the other girls and I just got a little ride on the side as it were.”

Twyla picked back up. “And yes, sometimes I was right in the living room with them while they did it. I didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t till I was about eleven and started pubety did it dawn on me that when Mom and the girls had their shirts off around guys that it meant anything special. I guess it was about the same time I grasped what it meant when the guys got boners. Yes, like I said, I’d known they got hard years before and even knew that it needed to be hard to screw; but I just didn’t get it, if you know what I mean. I know I must sound really dim, but until then I didn’t have a clue about the idea of getting turned on and stuff.”

Pat could not begin to process what she was saying as much as he tried.

Her mother cut in “She is right. There was not sex in the living room every night; but often enough that it was not unusual. For a decade this was the bachelorette pad for an ever changing group of TCJC students. Even after I earned my associates degree and was no longer a student, this was a place young women from the college could come and feel at home. Primarily it was the home base for those original six; but for a whole lot more girls it was a safe place to talk freely, to get advice from those of us further down the road of life, and yes, to bring a guy for casual sex. I was more than happy to help my liberated younger sisters even if sometimes having company night after night could be tiresome. I won’t pretend having sex surrounded by my friends wasn’t great. It was, though the scene here was way more than that. The sex helped to create an open minded atmosphere so we felt free. While most of us might be in a serious discussion on things like woman’s lib or the war in Vietnam, a couple might be laying right in the middle of the room making love. To us that was how the world could be, or should be. And the fact that little Twyla was at the kitchen table or even sitting in my lap just proved to us all that this was an ideal way to live.

“At the beginning, even though I had a kid, I was only a few years older than my classmates who were just out of high school. By the time I called it quits, I really did feel like the mother figure. I actually had become the hippy mom to a group of ever changing teenagers, most first came here when they were eighteen, some a year older or younger, but that was who I attracted. That is why they called me Momma Jill. From late 1968 till late of 1976 I had someone sleeping on the couch or floor at least two or three nights a week. I eventually bought that sofa with a pull out bed. Sometimes I took in a girl for weeks at a time till she found something more permanent. The youngest one, Cindy, more or less moved in when she was a fifteen year old running from her mom’s abusive husband. She stayed here for three or four months. Looking back I should have seen it a problem that in all that time there wasn’t a guy and not many girls who came over that she didn’t go down on. She had a real thing for oral sex. Now that my daughter is now virtually her age, I see I should have done differently. Especially since, from the very first night, I let her sleep with me in my bed. Other than that I think we did right by her. Now she is in her twenties and studying nursing at Baylor. She still comes by when she is in town. If you ask if we make love when she stays over I will not answer.”

[Author’s note: Until the 1990’s in Texas, and in many parts of the country, the courts had established that if a young girl was sexually active already, it was perfectly legal for men to have sex with her. As late at 1994 the Texas Supreme Court ruled that adult men could have sex with girls as young as fourteen if the girl was “promiscuous.” Even more strange to modern readers is that many courts explicitly required penetration to qualify as sex. Thus, unless the adult woman put something into the young teenage girl, there was no sex so no statutory rape. Homosexuality was illegal at the time regardless of the age or of consent of the partners. But again sex was penetration so unless a dildo was involved, Sapphic love making was not legally sex at all, so it was not illegal. Our constructs or was is and is not appropriate sexual behavior as what age is based on “community standards” not any sort of objective science. Oddly even with all the talk about protecting kids, there is no effort to create an empirically based rule on age of consent]

Twyla put in “She does. Actually it was with Mom and Cindy that I realized that all sex wasn’t between men and women. That confused me. I was about six and I finally figured out while the grownups kissed and touched each other when they played; it was all about sticking the guy’s hard-on into the girl’s pussy. But Cindy didn’t have a penis at all, yet I saw her and Mom making love as if she did. Fortunately I have a mother who was all too happy to explain it to me, even if it would be four or five years before that explanation made sense.”

Even Pat had to laugh at that.

“But mom is right. Sex was just a little part of that whole scene. Mostly they just sat around rapping about boring grown up stuff. Even when I was little I realized that lots of people came over mostly to talk to mom. I really didn’t think too much about the ones who were naked on the floor. But she did have one firm rule: nobody but me and her were allowed in my room. If I didn’t want to be around her friends I could just go to my room and shut the door. But I liked her friends and they all liked me. It was almost like a mini-commune right here in Arlington.”

Her mother laughed, “I don’t think it was that bad. About five years ago when Twyla was spending time in Houston with her father’s parents, a group of us went to Austin to visit a real hippy commune. It was the only time I’ve walked around out in a community in the nude. The farm commune wasn’t a nudist place, but we were told we could dress any way we wanted, including wearing nothing at all. Most of the two days we were there Barbara & I chose to wear nothing while Eleanor & Jo Lynn went topless. But I really wasn’t even tempted to join the group. I couldn’t live that way. Here I am in total control and we rarely had more than five or six people here at a time. There just isn’t room for more to be comfortable. And yes, a lot of them came over here just to talk, but girls also brought guys over so they could screw. I think I mentioned that a good many of the girls who came over lived with their parents. For them having sex at home was not an option. That part however was not seen as any big deal. We’d all just be sitting around rapping even if one of the girls was doing sixty-nine with her guy right in the middle of the rug. If no one was here and it was just me and a guy we usually did it in my bedroom. A few guys insisted I shut the door, but not many. But again I didn’t think it an issue that Twyla could see into my room.”

“When she was a baby, I’d put my bed so that I could see across the hall to her crib. It was where her makeup vanity is now, but in all these years I’ve never moved my bed. So even now looking in the vanity mirror she can see over half my bed. To see the rest all she has to do is turn around. The truth is that back when she was younger I never thought the first thing about my bed being directly in line with the two doors. After all there was nothing going on in my bed that didn’t happen three or four times a week in the living room. But that is the way it was here the whole time she was a little girl. Nearly every night there were people in the living room lounging around talking, toking and often stroking. Before she could ride a bicycle without training wheels my little girl had literally seen everything that two people can do together.”

Pat was rapidly getting to the point of information overload. It would take him a week to decompress all of what they had already said, but it went on.

Twyla nodded, “Just two people? I’ve seen plenty of threesomes, foursomes and group gropes too.”

Her mom shot back. “Don’t overstate things. There have been very few real orgies over the entire nine years. I only put on two real parties here each year: one for the winter solstice and one for the summer solstice. To be honest they were really just parties for the end of fall and spring semester, but calling them Druidic celebrations sounded way better. And even then we never invited more than twenty-five people, though we almost always had party crashers. Even at those events I doubt there were ever more than seven or eight people actually doing it in the living room at once. We just don’t have the room for more. You know full well that most of the time more than half the people were out on the patio. I would dare say that 90% of the time there was any sex out here there were only two people getting it on while the others talked pretty much as if they didn’t even notice it. Right?”

“That is true. Just like she said, from what I remember it was unusual for more than one couple at a time to get it on. Though I’ve seen a second and even a third couple take to the rug after the first pair are done. And a lot of times…” she looked at Pat “a whole lot of times, after a couple finished Mom would take a turn with the guy too.”

Defensively her mother said “I wasn’t the only one who did that. I know full well lots of guys came prepared to do it with more than one of us. And not all the guys could get it up again no matter how I tried.”

There was a pause. It appeared that the discussion was over. Then Twyla went on “I really do think I had a great childhood. I was very lucky. But one night at the end of 7th grade a skuzzy guy ruined it all. No, that’s not right; he just changed it, because he did not really ruin anything. But he did make me grow up faster than perhaps I wanted. He was skinny and icky and from the first minute he was here I didn’t like the way he looked at me. By then I’d been developing for a while, and already had noticeable boobs. Right off he tells mom what great tits her daughter has. If I’d heard that I would have stayed in my room all night. But she’d planned on telling me after he left, so I didn’t get the warning.”

“I suppose it was fortunate that it was still spring. When mom brought him home that night at least I was fully dressed. The prior summer I didn’t think twice about spending day after day with nothing on at all, no matter who was here. Of course I knew my body was already changing from being a girl to becoming a woman, yet no one all summer ever made me uncomfortable. Like I said right off I thought something was wrong with him so I went to my room. Getting ready for bed, I changed into what I normally slept in, a little pink nightgown that I’d gotten for Christmas when I was about ten. Even then I knew it no longer fit right. It was made for a little girl not someone with even the size boobs I had back then. It was very thin pale pink satin that had gotten thinner from use. It wasn’t made to be see through but by then it was the next closest thing. Light could pretty well shine right through it. Given how thin it was and that I had outgrown it, it showed off my girl parts pretty good. I just knew that looking in the mirror I thought it made me look pretty and all girls like feeling pretty. Several of Mom’s girl friends also said I looked good in it, but until that night I had not thought that showing off my new figure was a bad thing.”

“From the kitchen table where I was doing home work, I could hear Mom and the guy going at it in her room. Sex was the point of bringing guys home so I hardly noticed the sounds. I ran into a math problem and went to ask her about it. All the lights in her room were on as they always where when she has sex. You remember how her far wall is covered in mirrored tiles? She had them installed years ago because she likes to watch herself have sex as much as she likes to watch other people do it.”

He had seen the mirrored wall, but it had not even occurred to him that it had anything to do with sex. His mother had once said people put mirrors in rooms to make it look bigger. Since her mother’s bedroom was quite small compared to his parent’s, he was sure that was the reason. Once again he felt foolishly naive.

“Looking in, as expected, I saw he was on top of Mom doing his thing. I went right on in and stood next to them waiting for him to finish. If he’d been better looking I would have paid more attention, but he had zits on his boney butt so, I just watched mom’s face. I was pretty sure he wasn’t doing it for her. I felt good about that because he gave me the creeps. She saw me there but I knew she didn’t want to interrupt him. I I’d seen enough to know when a guy is close, so we both waited for him to finish and leave.”

Her mom cut in. “This really was my fault. He’d already let me know he was a creep. I should have sent him packing after what he said about Twyla. But I didn’t. I saw her by the bed, she’d interrupted me having sex lots of times over the years and normally it wouldn’t matter. Yet I should have known this time it was not going to be OK when I saw her in that little nighty. I already knew what kind of guy he was and that gown was plenty see through enough. Her whole figure was visible in the light. Besides all that he was a selfish dud. Even before she came in I was ready for him to go. I figured he would be gone in minutes since I could tell he was almost there. It was a bad call. I fucked up big time and it still bothers me.”

“Mom, I don’t blame you, but let me tell it.” Twyla continued her story. “I’d been in the room for a couple of minutes waiting for him to get done when he looked up at me. In the past guys acted as if I didn’t exist even if I was right in the room, but he very openly looked right at my boobs while he kept going on Mom. Then, still doing Mom, he looked at me all over. He started pumping harder but never took his eyes off my body. I was sure he was about to demand that I take off my gown and let him do me too. He didn’t just give me the creeps, he scared me, but I couldn’t move. Thankfully he started to cum. He pulled his dick out and shot his goo all over Mom but kept his eyes on me the whole time he did.” She paused again.

Pat could tell that was not a happy memory.

Her mother’s smile was gone. “I knew that what he said when he first saw her was inappropriate; but when he looked at her as he got off, that was way across the line. Though I wanted to toss him out on his ear, the truth is I was frightened too. I also knew he was the kind of guy who is out the door two minutes after he cums. Once he was gone all I could do is to tell Twyla how very sorry I was for bringing him to our house. The worst part was that even then I realized I had been ignoring the fact she was growing up. I should have seen that coming. I just didn’t want to think of my little girl as turning into a woman. Like I said, if I had to do it again I would not have been quite so matter of fact about all that sex in front of her after she had started to develop like that.”

“It’s OK Mom. Things were going to change no matter what. If it had not been him, it would have been some other guy. I’d grown enough that if I walked in a room half naked while people were screwing, some guys would assume that I wanted to join in.”

Her mother nodded her head then said “Do you remember how the next day we had that first talk about you getting ready to start having sex. You looked at me like I was insane”

She turned to Pat. “I told her for the hundredth time that she, and no one else, has the right to decide when she was ready to start having sex or who she should and should not do it with. But then I hedged that by saying I didn’t want her to have her first experience to be with one of my friends. She needed her first to be someone her own age.”

Twyla laughed. “You might as well have told me you didn’t want me to jump to the moon. I was twelve, and the idea of one of those guys putting their dick in me was repulsive.”

Her mother earnestly said “But I was right wasn’t I? I knew you were right on the brink of those thoughts filling your head.”

“Yes” Twyla nodded. “You were, I didn’t know it then, but you were. By the end of the summer, it was like a switch had turned on in my head. All those things I’d been seeing for as long as I could remember suddenly meant something totally different. The what’s didn’t change but the why’s did.”

Her mother kept smiling. “What started as us talking about what a creep that guy was, became the first of a hundred talks about growing up, and boys and sex. And it was not a one way talk. I too had to take a good look at myself. I was almost thirty and yet I was still behaving like I was still the newly single twenty year old I once was. We decided that she and I both should make some changes. I decided it was time to start acting more like a grown-up. And I think I did. Yes?”

That last was a question for her daughter.

“Yes you did. I was very proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy.”

Her mother smiled broadly. “The truth is that my group of friends from TCJC had all gotten married and settled down. I realized one morning that the guy in my bed was closer to my daughter’s age than mine. That hit me like a Mac truck. Perhaps it was the very fact that I knew Twyla was on the brink of her sexual awakening that pushed me to move to a new phase of my life. Though that summer we still had people here at the house day after day, when fall came I told my remaining crew that because of Twyla’s college prep classes people could only come over on Friday and Saturday nights. Over the next year I eased out of my hippy mother role by later reducing that to Saturday nights only and telling them they couldn’t toke at the house anymore. I haven’t had sex with anyone under thirty in a year.” She paused “OK, I haven’t had sex with someone under twenty five. I know that for sure. It’s been just as long since our place has been used as a crash pad. I don’t think I’ve been drunk or stoned in a year either.”

Twyla jumped in “It’s like I have a new mom. Not that I didn’t like the old one, but I think she’s right. It was time for her to grow up. At the same time I got a new mom, I got a new me. Just like her, the summer between my 7th and 8th grade years I knew my life was changing, but I was still hanging on to being a little kid. Sometimes it would embarrass me even to hear Mom have sex in her room. A week later Mom was having a foursome in the living room. Listening from my room I fantasized about walking right into the middle of them naked so they would want me to join. I didn’t do that of course, but… but after a while I went in the hallway and watched. For the first time ever, I watched the guys and tried to imagine what it would be like to actually have sex with them. Mom had been so right. I did want to do it. It was weird how from the night that guy made me so uncomfortable until the end of the summer I had these wild swings in feelings. But in all my life that was the only time I have ever remembered being embarrassed by sex stuff. In between those times of terrible embarrassment I had all these uncontrollable thoughts about wanting to do all the stuff I’ve seen over the years too. Those feelings were new as well.”

Her mom agreed. “I saw the conflict in you all summer. One day you’d cover up no matter how hot it was in the house and the next you’d be lounging in the living room butt naked while I cut some guy’s hair.”

She looked at Pat. “As you know, my bedroom door and hers are right across the hall from each other. This is a small house and at night we can talk to each other pretty easy from our beds. It was the Sunday before or after the 4th of July (I don’t remember which), one of my young acolytes had brought a couple of young guys over and we went all afternoon. It was a great time until once they were gone Twyla started screaming at me how she didn’t want to hear me have sex ever again. She was adamant. Yet a few days later I had one of those guys back over for a early evening romp after work. This time we were in my bedroom and I even mostly closed the door and we really tried to be quiet for Twyla. During a break, I got up to go to the bathroom. I saw her door was wide open so I looked in on her. There she was sprawled out on her bed fingering herself like mad. She looked up at me but kept going. In a matter of seconds she began to climax.”

“MOM!” Twyla almost screamed.

“What?” her mother replied calmly. “It’s true. And I don’t think it is any big surprise that you like to masturbate.”

“But Mom!”

“But nothing. I told you a month ago how Pat told me how he masturbated till he ejaculated thinking of you. And just two days ago you told me that you two had both masturbated and climaxed while talking on the phone. So he knows you masturbate, just like you know he does too. Would it help if I tell him that now that I’m not dating like I used to that I masturbate for at least half an hour every single night?” She turned back to Pat, “Well I do.” Then back to her daughter. “And since that summer you masturbate at least as much as I do. And neither of us make any effort whatsoever to hide what we are doing.”

Twyla shrugged “You are right. And yes in the last few weeks we have talked about getting ourselves off a lot on the phone. So no you didn’t tell him anything new. You just surprised me.” She looked at Pat. “Though I had learned to get myself off way before that summer, up till then I only did it occasionally. But since the beginning of 8th grade I play with myself a lot and I don’t care if Mom knows and even sees. At least a couple of times a week I just lay on the couch watching TV or listening to the stereo and make myself feel good for an hour or more. I’m not trying for an orgasm, it just feels good to gently touch myself. When it’s warm enough I’ll just go bottomless or nude, but like this time of year I just put my hand into my pants. Mom never says anything about it. And since about Christmas, sometimes if we are doing it while we watch TV, she’ll lean her recliner back and do the same. That’s not the same thing as when I fuck myself with my fingers or Mom’s rubber dick or well whatever I find handy. I absolutely love to feel things in my pussy while my clit. I can I can cum without it, but it is way better with. And I do that another couple of day a week. And for the last month I do that at least once a day except when I’m on my period. When I’m on my period I just rub my clit, but don’t fuck myself.” She looked back at her mother. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Her mother said softly “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t realize it would.”

Pat tried his best to act grown up about this but he knew he was beet red, yet he made himself say “I’ve told you before that I’ve been masturbating for about as long as you have. I was embarrassed to tell you that I only made myself cum a month ago. So I just let you believe that since I’ve been masturbating for years, I’d been cumming like you do. I am sorry if I led you to a false conclusion.”

Twyla’s mother went on “Well Pat, neither masturbation or sex is just about orgasm. Don’t get into the trap of thinking they are the same. It is about feeling good. So now we are clear that all three of us masturbate almost every day we can be open about it. Back to the story. The week before she started 8th grade classes, Twyla came to me and with a strait face asked if I objected to her watching me have sex next time I had a guy over. I didn’t know what was more surprising, that she would ask to do something she’s done a hundred times before; or that she was thinking it was so important that she needed to ask. Of course I said yes and wondered if I had done the right thing by limiting visitors to a couple of nights a week. But we agreed the guys should not know she was watching. After that, when I did bring a guy home, I worked to position ourselves so that he did not have a view of the hallway whether we were in my bed or out in the living room.” She paused and mother and daughter shared a knowing smile.

“Come to think of it…” she said “I can’t think of the last time I had sex in the living room.”

Pat thought he understood what they were talking about, but he did not really. Without thinking it through he found himself asking “ So? So did you? Watch I mean.”

Her mom answered “Oh yes she did.”

Twyla gave her a look. “It just so happened that she started dating a really hunky guy. So, well….yea. I did. But like she said in the last year she hasn’t brought home like three guys total. And one was really old, like even older than her. It was gross and there was no way I wanted to look.”

“My age?? Gross??!!”

She gave her mom a big grin before they all burst out in laughter.

Her mom looked at Pat “I guess I succeeded in raising a wonderful young lady.”

For the first time Pat really got used to the fact Twyla’s mom was treating him like a grown-up regarding sex, not as a kid. Even as open as his parents were about sexuality in general, they never included him in their talk about sex itself. Sure he’d eves dropped more than once, and had seen their photos from the nude beaches when they weren’t home; but Twyla’s mom was talking to him like an adult. Wanting to sound like an adult but also wanting to be sure he understood he asked “So you and your friends did it right on the couch all the time?”

Twyla’s mom went on casually “No, we normally did it on the rug. When we moved the coffee table out of the way six people had enough room for three couples to ball as couples or to have a six person orgy. And as you already know it is really thick and soft to snuggle on. My mother says her aunt’s husband sent it from the Middle East where he served during the war. She says it is worth almost as much as the house, but we can’t sell it because he was killed in action so this was the last thing he ever sent her.”

There was a short pause. Twyla’s mother got up and began gathering up the desert plates. The house had a hardwood floor which in the late 1970’s still denoted a low income status, but on the old wood was that thick rug. There was no question in Pat’s mind, the rug was a good place to lay and kiss and would likely be good for a whole lot more. He looked at his girlfriend and before he could think better of it he said “What is it like watching your mom have sex? I’d jump at the chance, but it will never happen.”

“Nothing special” was her reply, but after she thought a moment she corrected herself “Well until I grew up, then it was different. Once that light of being a woman went on, watching began to make me….” she paused and blushed a little “well, now it turns me on. One thing about growing up the way I did, I knew just what to do about it. I’ve seen dozens of girls get themselves off, so I know all these different ways. I guess I’m lucky in that….even though Mom had no business telling you what I do?”

Twyla’s face was bright red. “Enough of this talk. Mom has said way too much.” She stood and walked the twenty feet to the living room. Pat followed. She was sitting on the couch. He sat down beside her in the half-lit room. She put her head on his shoulder and whispered “I can’t believe I let Mom tell you all that.”

“I’m really glad she did.” Even though some of it had embarrassed him, he was fully aroused now. He wanted to make out. He stroked her hair and said “It’s OK. It’s better than OK, we know so much more about each other now.”

“But…” she tried to counter, “What would Brother Mike say?” referring to the Bethel Baptist youth pastor.

What would Brother Mike say about either of their lives? What would he say about the fact that he masturbated looking at magazines or that he and Twyla spend hours kissing and rubbing on the couch. He put it out of his mind and whispered “What matters is what you think about it.”

She looked up at him. With their lips almost touching she softly said “What do I think? I think all this talk has gotten me turned on.” She pressed her lips to his.

An hour later they were still on the couch, both their shirts half unbuttoned, his hand inside her open shirt, cupping the warm skin of her left breast under her bra. It filled his hand. He was a little surprised at how large and soft it was. He’d read in Penthouse Letters that some women’s nipples were like pencil erasers. While that was true for Twyla but the nipple he his fingers softly pinched was more like the erasers on the big pencils little kids use than normal #2 sized pencils. It was thrilling to touch them. They were so firm in contrast to how soft the rest of her breast was. When he slowly ran his fingers back and forth over it, she cooed “That feels so good.”

In his mind he said “Wonderful! I’m doing it right!” But he felt out of his depth. What did she want him to do now? Her hand lay gently on the denim covered shaft that began at his fly and went toward his left pocket. It was not the first time she’d done that, as always, just the knowledge she could feel his penis below sent a shiver through him.

She looked in his eyes then used both hands to unfasten the top button on his Levi’s 501’s. He started to remove his hand from her bra, but she whispered “No, leave it there. I like you touching me.” Slowly, one by one she worked to undo the rest of the buttons, his hand still cupping her breast. She struggled with the last one at the bottom. He whispered “I never use that one, it won’t come open.”

His whole body quaked when he felt her hand reach into the open top of his jeans and gripped the fabric of his jockey shorts. They began to kiss again. As they did she rubbed his penis slowly. When one of her fingers worked its way into the fly of his shorts to touch his flesh, he felt his dick begin to jerk on its own. He feared he would ejaculate if the rest of her fingers found their way in.

“OK you two.” her mom said from her place on the leather Lazy-Boy directly across from the couch. They broke their kiss to look at Twyla’s mother. He tried to pull his hand from her bra but lightning fast she reached up and caught his wrist with her free hand. Doing so, she made sure his hand stayed in her bra cupping her breast even as they stopped kissing and looked at her mother. He didn’t remember unbuttoning her shirt completely, but it was fully opened, making the presence of her hand inside her bra all the more obvious.

“OK you two, it’s late and you’ve had a good night. But time to say good bye.” said the motherly voice. “I don’t know if I should tell any more stories, you two seem to like them too much.” Though he first thought of his hand in her bra; he soon comprehended that Twyla, rather than moving her hand, had slipped four fingers into the fly, gripping his penis with four fingers on his burning penis and her palm and thumb on the fabric of his briefs. No doubt her mother could see and she showed no sign she was going to let it go.

In a plaintive tone she said, “Mom! We’ve been dating for months and we’ve really done nothing.” It was the first conflict he had seen between Twyla and her mother. She continued to keep him in her bra with one hand, and as she talked the other hand was working to get all the way through the fly. He was sure she was doing this deliberately so her mother could see. “I’m going off tomorrow and I won’t be back for a week!”

Her mother looked at her daughter’s hand working in his open jeans until only her wrist poked out from the fly of his briefs. In a resigned tone “I guess you’re right. Until fifteen minutes ago you two hadn’t done more than kiss. And since you will be going off to your Dad’s parents in Houston tomorrow for spring break, I’ll give you five, no fifteen more minutes.”

Twyla wasted no time and thrust her tongue back into Pat’s throat, her hand tightly gripping his penis. Much to his surprise, after just a few minutes she sat up and pulled her hand from his pants; only to surprise him more by slipping her shirt off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. She looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes and said “I’m going to make this fifteen minutes count.” She looked over to her mom across the small living room, and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her mother gave a nod. Twyla looked back to Pat and slid it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

He stared at the sight he’d only imagined every night for months. He was breathless and simply sat there, eyes fixed on her bare breasts. He was mesmerized. They didn’t look like the melon shaped breasts in Playboy. They were like upside-down salad bowls with a brownish pink quarter sized areolas and noticeably tall upright nipples in the center. The one to his right (her left) had a small mole on the upper right side. They were beautiful. They were perfect.

She whispered “Do you like them?”

All he could say is “Yes.”

“Here, put your hands on them.”

They were so soft, so soft. He’d expected something with more mass, they completely gave in to the weight of his hands. The only things with substance were those two firm nipples.

She beamed with happiness as she sat on the couch topless with her boyfriend’s hands on her breasts.

Twyla’s mom’s voice came softly from the other side of the room “Kiss them” she said “Kiss and suckle them, but do it softly.”

At the time it did not seem incongruous for her mom to be giving directions, but later while masturbating, it turned him on even more. And he did kiss them. Each one, one at a time, he kissed them then wrapped his lips around the eraser like nipples and sucked gently. He heard Twyla exhale giving slight groans over and over.

He must have used nearly all the time enraptured by her breasts. By the time Twyla had once again reached to his open pants and jammed her hand down the waistband of his Jockey’s, her mom stood up and said calmly, “Well, you two certainly used your time to good effect” She had just gripped his shaft again, but though she seemed about to pull it free from the underwear, she did not.

Pat had been in a dream and now was back awake.

Mama Jill said “Come on Pat, button up, time to go before I give in again and things go too far tonight.”

She went to the door to wait on him then added “Once that prick comes out, I know how fast things will progress.”

He stood up and buttoned his pants. Twyla however walked to the door topless. Though to him it seemed a brazen thing to do, somewhere in the back of his head he knew she routinely walked around her house with much less on. At the door, before he left, Twyla hugged him and whispered “I hope you like my boobs.” He just nodded on her shoulder “because you’re going to see a lot more of them after I get back. I promise.” Then one more deep kiss and he was out the door, still in a daze.

It wasn’t till later, while he masturbated, that he reflected on the fact that her mom had clearly watched everything they had done. He knew full well she was not objecting to what she saw, but all the same sitting in the room with her watching them was ….. was ….exhilarating. Odd, he thought.

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